Now I'm eager to try and write a chapter in a week again.
Well-rested member of


Submission ZE: Sudoku-PizzaFall of the White LotusSubmission ZE: Sudoku-Pizza
Chapter 37: Sudoku/Pizza
Music: Harry Gregson-Williams, The Kings and Queens of Old (The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian)
There she goes. Carefully Katara pushed away a few leaves from the rhododendron as her eyes followed the old lady shuffling away from the front door. Her legs felt numb after the nasty stinging feeling during the long time she had spend in crouched position. The old woman had taken a long time checking a house in where apparently nobody live in, lingering on the elegantly wrought iron bench in front of the white plast


Submission ZE: AddictedFall of the White LotusSubmission ZE: Addicted
Chapter 36: Addicted
Music: Harry Gregson-Williams, The Door in the Air (The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian)
Hey there, girlie, still know me? The young woman with the short, hazel tresses froze, her hand grabbing a hold on her katanas hilt, decorated with mokume-gane. Her gold armband gleamed in the afternoon sunlight. The women surrounding her slowly turned around, a disbelieving look on their faces. Which person addressed their leader with such disrespect? They looked at the silhouette of a young man standing at the entrance to


Submission ZE: CallingFall of the White LotusSubmission ZE: Calling
Chapter 35: Calling
Music: Urban Symphony, Rändajat
The icy wind blew away the loose strands of Kataras hair, when she turned around and looked up at the early morning sky. Night had yet to make place for daylight and the sparkling stars still lit the world covered in hues of dark blue. The pale moonlight cast a silver glow on Kataras deep blue eyes as her gaze focused on the constellation of Ursa Minor, which during the course of night, had moved to the west. Katara frowned slightly. Although a part of her felt an unexpected excitement


Submission ZE: ThievesFall of the White LotusSubmission ZE: Thieves
Chapter 34: Thieves
Music: Albert Ketèlbey, In a Monastery Garden
With a rustling sound the leaves were blown through the ancient streets of Taku, as the moon cast a silvery light on the crumbled down settlement. In the course of time plants had further broken down what was left of the rich architecture and moss resting on the old stones, mysteriously glowed in the moon light. Sometimes, the wind would blow a cloud past the pale moon and the gleaming city for moments would be covered in darkness, only to rise again in the astounded viewers sight. &n
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"We're gonna die of thirst unless we can get to the Orange Julius!"
- Greg Proops
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